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My momma don't told me |
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When I was in pigtails |
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My momma don't told me, hon |
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A man's gonna sweet talk |
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And he will give you the big eye |
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But when that sweet talking's done |
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A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing |
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Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night |
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Now the rain's are fallin' |
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I hear the trains are callin', hooey |
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My momma don't told me |
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Hear that lonesome whistle |
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A blowing across the trestle, hoo hooey |
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My momma don't told me, a hooey, a hooey |
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Old clickety clack is echoing back the blues in the night |
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The evenin' breeze will start the trees to cryin' |
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And the moon will hot its light |
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When you get the blues in the night |
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Oh, take my word the Mockingbird |
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Who'll sing the saddest kind of song |
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He knows things are wrong |
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And he's right |
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From Natchez to Mobile |
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From Memphis to St. Joe |
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Wherever the four winds blow |
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I've been to some big towns |
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I've heard me some big talk |
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But there is one thing I know |
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A man is a two faced, a worrisome thing |
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Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night |
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My momma don't told me there's blues in the night |
